[ It's an odd thing. No matter how anxious Beleth gets, head crammed with the worst possible scenarios, whenever Thranduil assures her of something, she easily believes him. There's a way that he speaks, that reminds her almost of her mother. It's so assured, as if he knew the world itself would not dare to bend any way other than the one he wills it to.

She takes a deep breath, and allows herself a few moments. ]

Alright. Yes. You're right, I apologize for losing focus. We can do this.

I'll be there shortly. And thank you, Thranduil.